Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.